A couple of weeks ago, my sister and I sat for a local artist and he did two quick charcoal portraits of us. My sister sat first and as I watched him work I was impressed with his skill.
Her portrait is lovely.
Mine? not so much........
When we got home and we had both stopped crying with laughter at mine, I showed it to the mister.
He remarked that he hadn't realised Arthur Mullard and I had been seperated at birth................
My Pa, when shown the portrait, asked 'Who is that?'
So I can only conclude that as all the other portraits were lovely, I am not the 'not too bad for an over 60, in candlelight and with a gauze over the lens, and drink taken' average/alright looking woman I had been fooling myself into thinking I was...........or the artist was ready for a break and needed to un-cramp his hands......but as it was a charitable event portrait sitting I had hoped he could have been a bit more charitable in his depiction of me (oh God maybe he was? how awful).
So...I gave it some thought and after deciding not to 'rip it up and throw it away' (my husbands solution) I went out and bought myself some charcoals and am now in the process of rubbing out my right eye/cheek/lip and I'm going to give it a go myself..........and Yes, I know I am not an artist and that it will not be easy but I quite fancy giving it a try.
This is my left eye....where do I start with the right?